Turkeys and Trotters

For those who can't make out my soft, Dorset lilt - here's the words behind the noise...

Christmas with all the trimmings – Mrs Turkey’s lament

Mrs T was all of a feather‘What shall we eat?’She was at the end of her tetherHer parson knows - a wing and a prayerHer leg was dark, her breast ‘twas bareThe chicks did fret, they wanted gobbleMa’s beak was weak, it began to wobbleHer knife was ready, paired with a forkOh stuff this rhyme! Let’s all have pork!